jus’ a little drabble of gf!ellie couple’s costume
a/n based off that one emma&izzy tik tok(at bottom.)
“I cant. I cant do this.”
Your lips purse together to hide the smile forming from Ellie’s nervous tone, the pitch of her voice just slightly higher behind the door she seeks solace behind.
“You should‘ve just let me dress as Spider-Man!” Ellie whines, muffled by the white painted wood.
“Oh,” you scoff, “so I could be what, Mary Jane.. or Gwen?”
You shake your head even though Ellie can’t see it, the red fabric of your hood moving with you. “Every masc lesbian and frat dude in the ten mile radius of that party is probably dressed as Spider-Man, El. Just open the door.”
Your fingers reach for the metal knob, and you press on it lightly, turning it just a bit.
Ellie may be embarrassed, but she’d never lock the door on you.
When the creaky wood opens fully, and the bright bathroom light spills into the hallway, you cant stop the grin that spreads on your face.
Ellie is standing there, a sweet little pout on her face as she adjusts one of the ears on her head. The black triangle on her nose is slightly smudged by the nervous hand she rubs across it. “I look stupid.”
“You don’t look stupid,” you coo, the red hood of your ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ costume falling as you step closer, pinching your girlfriend’s red cheeks, fixing the little fluffy wolf ear attached her her messy auburn hair.
“Babe, i’m wearing a leash,” she whines again, the space between her eyebrows furrowing.
You nod. Yea… you had picked that part out. But cmon, how couldn’t you? Ellie had flushed so cutely when you explained the costume idea that you just could not think of anything else.
Your fingers dip beneath the flannel she wears, searching until they find the cheap metal chain attached to El’s neck.
“Gotta keep the big bad wolf close by, don’t I?” You chastise, giving the chain a little tug, bringing Ellie’s lips to your own.
Ellie melts into the affection, pout long gone as she kisses you, “Isn’t the wolf supposed to be the one chasing Little red?”
She smiles against the kiss when you start giggling and pull away. It leaves a little stain of your gloss on the pink fat of her bottom lip, and you resist the urge to reach forward and wipe the stickiness off.
Her lips curl up even further as you step back into the hallway. “You wanna chase me?” You ask, raising your eyebrow.
“Dunno, maybe I should. You made me wear a leash,” Ellie teases, stepping closer.
Her hands reach out, fingers reaching toward your hips as you back against the wall.
You knew what she was doing. “Don’t you dare-“ You point an accusatory finger toward her chest as she closes in on you.
Ellie’s shit-eating grin only grows more, her fingers wiggling as they find your waist, digging playfully into you.
The scream that falls from your lips might actually concern some of your neighbors, and you scramble to escape your girlfriend’s torment, tripping down the hall.
“Run little red, run!” Ellie bellowed dramatically, the chain around her neck dangling as she ran after you.
“We’re gonna be late!” You cried, a breathy giggle falling from you as she chases you around the couch, one clip on ear falling from her head in the process.
“Should’ve let me dress as Spider-Man!”
